In the evening, Zhang Feng strolled back to the small courtyard.
The thief, on the other hand, walked and paused intermittently, occasionally looking back to see if that terrifying seed had followed them.
Until they returned to the small courtyard.
Zhang Feng ignored him and prepared to continue his cultivation.
But sometimes things happen in such a way that when it rains, it pours.
And at this moment.
Zhang Feng used his Spiritual Sense to see two cultivators whispering in a residence on the southern edge of the city, discussing matters related to him.
"Senior Brother... do you think that True Man is still in this city?"
Twenty miles away.
In a small courtyard just as ordinary as where Zhang Feng resided.
The younger Foundation Establishment cultivator was asking a senior at Foundation Establishment Great Success.
"No news yet." The senior at Foundation Establishment Great Success shook his head, "Alas, we are both here for the sect, so we can only wait and see."
